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She could feel his breathing. Xia Ling stopped struggling, almost as if a curse had been cast on her — she forgot how to struggle, or even move. Her eyes widened and her mind was a blank. He lowered his head and he pulled her in for a long, domineering kiss. Xia Ling felt like her lips had been wrenched apart by his. She wanted to flee, but was completely pinned down by him. It was a forceful kiss, but it felt extremely soft and sentimental.
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